I fell for the trick of someone claiming to be the author and ended up transmigrating as a character in the novel I’d been reading for seven years.
And not just any character, but the talentless, troublemaker, and frustrating bastard, ‘Kim Baram.’
In order to survive, I had to prevent the destruction of the world—a task so difficult that even the protagonist couldn’t accomplish in 999 tries—with this weak and pathetic body.
